The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-06-19

OF such tine-looking individual approach
ing.
She was hard, grim-visaged woman of
about five and fifty, with an eye that looked
as II such thing as tenderness had never
gleamed from it. Her very appearance
threw chill over one, and made him feel
tnat 1t was better to get as far away as pos
siDle from her. Yet still, there was no
cholce but this, or a ride of twenty miles
and tae doubtful house in the woods, so the
stranger decided to remain.
Jimmy took the strangers horse after he
had dismounted and gave the animal into
The charge of large, freckled face, shock
headed boy, who answered to the euphonious
name OF Sampson, which individual led the
horse to the dilapidated building that was
called the stable, while Timmy conducted
the stranger to the presence of his wife
Ma am, this yer stranger wants lodgin'
where"
The old woman stared hard, and at last
replied gruffiy:
u don't know where ye kin put grand
quality folks like him"
i reckon ye kin store him away some
where for the night. You know the tav-
erns twenty miles or more, and it be'ent
safe ter go to Barney's," ;" replied Timmy.
Il think, madam, could manage for one
night if you will be kind enough to take
me. Ny horse is tired, and l will gladly
pay for accommodations" said the traveller,
anxious lest he should fail to secure even the
haven of refuge for himself and weary
steed.
'Well, guess we kin store ye away
somewhere" replied "ma'am,n not over
graciously.
The word .'pay" had influenced her decis-
ion nightly.
''Walk in, stranger! walk inr' said Tim
my, ushering the stranger into the living
room-which room was kitchen, sitting
room and parlor, all in one.
In the meanwhile the old woman hustled
away to prepare a room for him.
In few minutes she returned and ushered
him into a large, upholstered room,
roughly furnished, but with an evident ap-
pearance of refinement and taste. A few
prints and drawing in rustic frames graced
the wall, while the bed was dressed in snowy
white, and curtains of the same pure hue
gracefully festooned TIE windows.
A vase of flowers stood on the little home
made shelf, and little articles of female
handiwork were strewn about.
Evidently it was the room of a woman
but not of the old woman who had first
brought him there.
Who was shes
The strangers curiosity was now thor
oughly aroused.
His desire to see this mountain laSSle was
great.
He fastened to refresh himself by a plenti-
full abiution in water so he could go down to
the room to investigate.
But bafore he was quite ready a heavy
knock at the door and a summons to supper
came.
He hastened into the kitchen, and as he
entered the door he Just caught a glimpse of
a white dress disappearing out of the door
on the other side, but nothing more.
DRAW up, stranger, and make yourself
at home," said Timmy, his honest face
cleaning with pleasure at this unusual
presence of a guest.
The table had coarse but snowy white
cloth upon it, and an abundance of coarse,
plain food, and, to the strangers surprise,
the bunch of flowers so welcome to the eye
of the lover of the beautiful, and so seldom
found even on the tables of the rich much
less on those of moderate circumstances
Flowers, beautiful flowers,
Thy language is innocence"
But let us descend from heaven to earth.
Coarse though the fare was, itdisappeared
rapidly.
But the daughter-where was she. Every
sound and the stranger turned anxlously ex-
pecting to see her enter. But she came not
She evidently was trying to evade notice.
~NN'
woman, curiously.
"Mv name is Beaconsheld," )" responded the
stranger, not without some hesitation and a
feeling of disgust as the coarseneSs of his ln-
! terrogator grated OH his sensibilities.
Come from these parts" again asked
she.
"No," responded he again.
AZ reckon We be English, strangerw said
Timmy. nervously, fearful of offending by
| .l....
''Yes, am from England
Been in these parts long" again ques-
toned the wife.
"Only short time," responded the now
almost exasperated stranger.
"On business persistently inquired the
dame, rnmindful of the annoyance of her
guest
pleasure"
As he replied the strangers voice evinced
| 81 much irilpatience that even the blunt SEN
sibilities of the Old woman prompted her to
| desist from questioning.
"He's one Of them chaps as paints picters, y
explained Timmy. =,
HITmph,a gr,i1ted the old woman, as if
she didn't think that of much moment.
81 telled him our Nora could make pic
! ters, too" said Timmy.
''She'd heap better larn to wash and
scrnt. Yer can't eat picters" growled
| Mag. as the stranger found the old woman
was called 81 never seed no good in em," /"
| continued she.
"They's handsome, mother"
"Good 'nuff fur them as likes 'enl! AS
| fur INV part, never had no time to look at
EN-" continued Mag.
II should like to see some Of your
daughters drawings" said Mr.. Beaconsfield
| to Timmy.
"Tll try and git some fur ye, Mr. Jackons-
field. But Noras mighty shy OF strangers
She alters runs as eff she was skeered when
| ouv one comes, replied the old man, pleased
nj The notice taken of the one evident idol
of his Leait.
corrected Mag. IL, A.. ,,.o
stranger with shade OF annoyance at tne
mis-calline of his aristocratlc name.
swell. well, stranger!it's az one-nothin,
but n name. Fur my part, I'm Jist as Wen
pleased with Tideout az one more high-ter-
| utin'. $ replied Timmy, laughing:
1I1mphp exclaimed Mag, and she gave
n chnclle that was evidently intended for
S1nper over, Timmy and the young guest
walked but TO view the wild mountain
scenery. and as he gazed on the oVerhanglng
rocks and down into the deep ravines with
The mountain forests on either slqe, young
Beaconsfield did not wonder that this might
be the birth place of romance.
The air was redolent with flowers, tne